Concept; I am my own killer. It's my own thoughts that shove my head into the tides of depression, so deep into the current I can hear nothing but the roaring in my ears. It's the quiet words I utter to myself shrouded by the darkness I lay in that truly bore into me. The invisible daggers that strike open deep, unseen wounds, the ones that leave scars for me to discover in the morning. Whispers of the idea that I am nothing keep me lying awake at night, begging for the tight embrace of sleep, to wash away the tears that my very sad heart weeps. I choke on the words I so desperately want to speak that are held back by the immense fear of someone else not being able to understand, but knowing of the jagged knife deeply embedded into my mind that was my own doing. I know I can't make a physical representation of my feelings to help you understand what it's like to be depressed, but I will do my best to help your brain visualize it. I use your mind as my canvas and my words as the colors I use to paint this very abstract painting.
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Random Writings
DiversosThis is where I'm going to compile all of my short stories that never really made it past the draft. Also just really random writes. It's all really good though! Enjoy.
